Although Dante has been trying hard to provide cover for this group of violent elements, the Flesh Tearers' repeated horizontal jumps have not stopped.
When their crimes of massacre at Arere were brought to the attention of the Inquisition and brought before Dante by certain "friends", he could no longer ignore them.
All the efforts made by Dante have become a fleeting thing, and they are still just a group of bloodthirsty beasts in the eyes of outsiders.
The judgment decree issued from Baal came to all the Flesh Tearers, and also to Seth. He suffered great humiliation by being interrogated by dozens of brothers, and now he was thrown into an inexplicable place, joining a An inexplicable organization, controlled by an inexplicable person.
For this kind of treatment, this warrior who is famous for his violence has only one answer -
"What a bullshit alliance! I won't tell you until you win!"
Seth is a giant, a head taller than most Space Marines, but still not as good as Soshyan.
Seeing the opponent rushing towards him, Soshiyang prepared to deal with it. He did not choose to draw his sword, and he also used his bare hands.
Seth came like a bomb, and his fist hit Soshyan's chest like a hammer, but Soshyan avoided this attack to the right, and then quickly struck with an elbow covered in power armor. , originally he could hit the opponent on the head, but he chose to hit the opponent's shoulder armor.
Seth felt as if he had been directly hit by an armor-piercing rocket. His whole body tilted to one side, but soon driven by rage, he quickly turned around and lifted his elbow straight up to take Soshiyang's head. This was a bit... deadly.
Soshiyang tilted his head back and watched the opponent's armored elbow pass in front of his nose. The opponent's lack of weight also made him a little annoyed, so he directly raised his leg and hit the angry man hard with his knee. Chapter leader.
"Well!"
Although he was staggered back by a knee to the side, Seth quickly regained his posture and then punched out again.
"What--"
However, his fist was firmly grasped by the opponent.
Seth had never seen an enemy with such power in his life. No matter how hard he gritted his teeth and tried his best to the point where the power armor servo howled, he could not move his arm even half an inch.
Even Malakin on the side was shocked. He didn't realize how Soshyan's power could be so great. After all, Seth was arrogant, but he was also one of the strongest among the descendants of Sanguinius today. It is for this reason that Dante, who loves talents, often opens his net.
However, now this strong man is being controlled like a child by Soshiyang.
Soshyan smiled slightly.
"Is that enough, Chapter Master Seth?"
"Not enough! Far from it!!"
Seth roared and threw out another fist, but it was immediately caught by the opponent. The two were like unequal gladiators wrestling, one stood as tall as a mountain, and the other leaned forward like a strongman trying to push the mountain.
Amidst the harsh friction sound, Seth's boots had even drawn shallow ravines on the metal ground, but Soshyan remained as still as a mountain.
"Is this enough?"
Soshyan was not even breathing when he spoke, but Seth was already flushed with blood, as if he was thirsty for blood.
"Yet! No! Enough! Yeah!!!!"
Seth burst out with a deafening roar, suddenly pulled his arms back, as if to drag the opponent in front of him, and at the same time raised his right foot and kicked Soshyan hard in the chest.
If this kick is serious, it will definitely not be light.
However, Seth did not pull Soshyan back, nor did he kick out his feet, because Soshyan used both arms at the same time and threw him out like a sandbag.
Seth hit a huge metal pillar hard, his armor scattered into a pile of fragments, and his whole body fell to the ground.
Before he could recover from the heavy blow and get up, he felt something pulling him up. He vaguely saw a fist coming straight towards him, and subconsciously raised his hand to block it, but the opponent's fist Just push his own hand back to his face.
His consciousness suddenly burned with a sharp, dizzying pain.
But Seth was not a warrior who would give in. He still stubbornly stretched out his other hand and hammered the opponent's chest hard.
This time he succeeded, but it seemed that the other party did it deliberately, because his strength could not shake the man at all, and then his whole body was lifted up and smashed to the ground again.
"Well--"
Seth groaned in pain, slammed his fist on the ground, and then raised his body up on his feet. Blood dripped from his nose and around his eyes.
At this time, the sound of footsteps made him turn his head.
Soshyan walked up to him. There was a shallow scratch on the opponent's armor chest, which was the result of his punch just now, and it was also his only result.
Seth realized that he had lost, and that he had lost extremely completely. He was no match for this incredibly tall guy. If the other party wanted to kill him, it would be as simple as killing a mortal. This frustration made him let out a wounded voice. A wolfish growl.
"Captain Seth, you are indeed a strong warrior. If you could control your emotions better, I wouldn't have won so easily."
Soshyan bent down and stretched out his hand.
"You served much earlier than me. You are the senior, so I dare not say that I want to discipline you. I just hope to help you solve some difficulties."
"hypocritically!"
Seth ignored Soshyan's outstretched hand and slammed his fists on the ground, then struggled to stand up and seemed to want to take action.
But a cold voice scolded him.
"Seth, if you continue like this, then I will have no choice but to carry out the final ruling given to me by Chapter Master Dante."
Soshyan turned around and saw a different warrior coming out of the Thunder Eagle.
His face is both noble and as cold and calm as a tomb. He has long midnight black hair and wears a gorgeous scarlet armor with muscle patterns carved on it. There are shoulder pads on both sides. Dotted with pale skulls, behind him is a jump pack with black wings, and a huge decapitation ax strapped to his waist.
Malakin came to Soshyan and introduced softly:
"This is the Supreme Priest, Astorius the Grim."
Soshyan nodded in realization.
"It turns out to be this one."
At this time, the supreme priest who executed the will of Sanguinius's judgment came to Seth, who was shaking, and took out a rolled-up black parchment.
"Seth, at the Blood Judgment meeting, I spoke for you because I know that you are still a son of Sanguinius and a warrior with honor. You also promised me and Chapter Master Dante that you will end the chaos. The violence and carnage necessary to bring honor to the Chapter and the memory of Sanguinius."
Astorius's voice was as cold as an iceberg that was thousands of years old.
"What are you doing now? Attacking your cousins who are willing to take you in! Acting like a wild dog in front of other brothers! If I had known this, I should have killed you!"
Seth, who was out of breath and speechless, could only tilt his head and spat blood foam in a low voice.
